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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.