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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.