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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.