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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Brick,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.