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 Congo and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.