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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Y Pants 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.