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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
CMW,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.