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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.