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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Magazine,
MC5,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.