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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.