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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.