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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.