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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.