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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.