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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.