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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.