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 Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.