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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.