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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
The Move,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.