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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.