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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.