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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Monks,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.