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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.