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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.