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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
The Zeros,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.