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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.