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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.