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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.