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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.