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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Josef K 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 grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.