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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.