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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.