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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.