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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.