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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.