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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.