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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.