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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.