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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.