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 Argentina 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Avey Tare to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.