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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.