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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.