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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Saints to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.