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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Can,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.