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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
JFA,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.