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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Brick,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.