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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.