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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.