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 Senegal 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Stooges to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Mars,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.