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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.