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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.