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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Technova to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.