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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Deakin,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Crime,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.