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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
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Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.