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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 the Swans to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.