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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.