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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.