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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Can,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.