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 Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.