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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.