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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Organ,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.