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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Japan,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.