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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.