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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
PIL,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.