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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Nas,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.