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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.