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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.