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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Sparks,
Roxette,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.