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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.