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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Nico,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.