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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.