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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.