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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.