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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.