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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.