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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson 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?
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.