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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
the Normal,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.