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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.