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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.