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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.