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 Kuwait 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.