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 Monaco 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.