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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.