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 Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.