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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.