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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.