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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.