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 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
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Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.