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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.