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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.