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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.