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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.