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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.