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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.