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 France and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.