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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.