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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.