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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.