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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.