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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Leaves to the punk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.