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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 Stockholm and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.