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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.