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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.