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 Seychelles 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.