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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.