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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.