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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.