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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 American Breed to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Slave,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.