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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.