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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Yaz,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Television,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.