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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.