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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.