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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.