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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.