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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.