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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
AZ,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.