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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.