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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.