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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Brick,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.