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 Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.