Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.