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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.