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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.