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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.