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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.