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 Mozambique 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
10cc,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.