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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.