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 Albania 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.