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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.