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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.