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 China and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Q and Not U to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.