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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.