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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
cv313,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
X-102,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.