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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.