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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
X-101,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.