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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.