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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Wings,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.