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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.