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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Visage,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.