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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Remains,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Organ,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.