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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.