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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 EPMD to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.