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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.