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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.