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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.