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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.