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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.