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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.