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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.