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 Cyprus 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fugs to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.