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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.