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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.