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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
The Names,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.