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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Franke,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.