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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.