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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.