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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.