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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.