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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.