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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
JFA,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.