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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Can,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.