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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.