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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.