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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.