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 London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Quantec,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Sparks,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.