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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 snare 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.