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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.