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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.