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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.