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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Rekid,
The Move,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.