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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.