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 Saudi Arabia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.