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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans 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?
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.