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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.