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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.