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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.