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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.