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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Television,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.