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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.