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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Section 25,
the Association,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.