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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.