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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.