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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.