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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.