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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.