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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.