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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.