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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.