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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Scion,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Can,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.