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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Japan 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.