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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.