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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Tom Boy,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.