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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.