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 Philippines 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Swans,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.