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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Television to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.