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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.