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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.