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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.