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 Peru 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Nas,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.