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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Dirtbombs to the grime 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.