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 France and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.