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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.