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 Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Scion,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.