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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.