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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.