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 North and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.