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 Slovakia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.