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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Nico,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.