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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.