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 Guinea 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.