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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
DNA,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.