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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.