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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Index,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.