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 Greece 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.