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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Little Man,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Monks,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.