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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.