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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Whodini,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.