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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.