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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Brick to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.