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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.