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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
MDC,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.