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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.