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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.