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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Scientists,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.