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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.