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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.