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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
UT,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.