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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.