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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.