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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.