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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.