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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.