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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.