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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.