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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.