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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
AZ,
Suicide,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.