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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.