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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.