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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.