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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.