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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.