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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
The Move,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.