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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Mars,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.