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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Franke,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.