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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.