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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Television,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
AZ,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.