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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Aswad,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.