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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.