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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.