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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
The Martian,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Franke,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.