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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Ponytail,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.