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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Remains to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.