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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.