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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.