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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.