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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.