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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.