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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.