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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.