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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.