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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Television,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.