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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.