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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.