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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.