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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.