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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.