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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.