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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Technova,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.