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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.