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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.