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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Roxette,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.