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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.