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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.