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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.