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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.