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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
The Doors,
Television,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
John Cale,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.