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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.