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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Cameo,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.