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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.