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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.