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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Wings,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.