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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Monks,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.