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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 New York and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.