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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Television,
Zapp,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.