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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.