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 Senegal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.