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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
This Heat,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.