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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.