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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.