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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.