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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.