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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.