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 Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Japan,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.