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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.