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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
New Order,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.