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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.