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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Nas,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.