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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.