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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.