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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.