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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.