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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Faust,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.