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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Underground Resistance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Nas,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.