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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Suicide,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
The Move,
JFA,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.