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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.