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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Faust,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
The Index,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.