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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.