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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 808 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.