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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Visage,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Technova,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.