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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.