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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.