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 Madagascar 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.