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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Gong,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.