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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
JFA,
DNA,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.