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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.