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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Nas to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.