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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.