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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Wire,
Lalann,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.