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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.