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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.