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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.