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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.