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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The 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.