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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.