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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.