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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.