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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.