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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.