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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.