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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.