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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.