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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
AZ,
Magazine,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.