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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.