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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
New Order,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.