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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Gong,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.