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 Serbia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.