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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
cv313,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
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.