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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.