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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.