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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Ossler,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.