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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.