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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.