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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.