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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Can,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.