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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Visage,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Lyres,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.