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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.