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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.