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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.