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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.