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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.