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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.