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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.