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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
X-102,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.