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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Roxette,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Index,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.