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 Colombia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.