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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.