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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brick to the techno 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.