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 Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.