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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.