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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.