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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.