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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.