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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.