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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.