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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
MC5,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.