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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.