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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.