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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.