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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
PIL,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.