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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.