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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.