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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
CMW,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.