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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Can,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.