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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.