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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.