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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 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?
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Neu!,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.