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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.