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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 808 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Niagra,
cv313,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.