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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.