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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.