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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Wings,
Index,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.