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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.