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 Barbados 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.