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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Can,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.