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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.