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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.