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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.