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 Angola and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Oneida,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.