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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Franke,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.