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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Roxette,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.