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 Slovakia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.