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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.