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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Japan,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.