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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Monolake,
Swans,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
ABC,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.