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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Remains 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.