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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.