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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Monks to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Swans,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.