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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
The Motions,
PIL,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.