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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.