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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Franke,
Monks,
Can,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.