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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.