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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
New Order,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.