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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.