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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.