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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.