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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.