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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.