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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
X-102,
Mars,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.