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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.