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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
MDC,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
New Order,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.