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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Fear,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.