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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soul II Soul 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.