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 Nicaragua 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.