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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
The Residents,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.