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 Eritrea 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.