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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.