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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Swans to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Fear,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Nas,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.