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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.