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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Urselle,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.