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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.