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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.