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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.