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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.