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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.