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 India and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Mars,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.