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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.