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 Portugal 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Vogues to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.