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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.