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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.