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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.