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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.