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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.