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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
the Association,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.