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 Burundi 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.