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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.