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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Fatback Band 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.