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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.