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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.