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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.