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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.