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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Pole,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.