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 El Salvador 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Television,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.