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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.