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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.