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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.