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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.