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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.