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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.