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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Technova,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.