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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.