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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.