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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.