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 Libya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Gong,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.