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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.