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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Television,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.