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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.