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 Nepal 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.