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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.