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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Index,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.