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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.