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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.