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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.