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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.