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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Swans to the dance 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.