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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Motorama to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians 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?
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.