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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.