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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
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.