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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.