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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.