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 United Kingdom 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.