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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
UT,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
X-102,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.