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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
DNA,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.