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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Mars,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.