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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.