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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Radio Birdman 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.