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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.