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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.