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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Visage,
The Index,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.