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 Nicaragua 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
the Normal,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.