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 Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
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,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Wings,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.