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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.