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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.