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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 the Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.