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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.