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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.