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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Main Source to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.