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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Association,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.