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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.