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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.