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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.