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 Rwanda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.