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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.