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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Television,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.