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 Marshall Islands 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.