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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.