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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.