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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Litter to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
DNA,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.