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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
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.