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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.