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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Little Man to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Happenings,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.