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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.