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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.