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 Kuwait 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Television,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.