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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.