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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.