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 Monaco 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.