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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.