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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
The Remains,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Wings,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.