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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Monks to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.