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 Sweden and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.