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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.