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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.